12-31
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every person in my universe
has something better to do
than to just check up on me
before the year is new

every tear that i have wasted
every tear wiped on my sleeve
is all from beautiful lies
i tried to believe

too old to feel so fresh
why does the pain return
same way i cross bridges
that have burned

ah, but it’s no tragedy
no, they all will say they care
it’s just that they’re too busy
and that’s only fair

but i would like to be
someone to remember
someone to be with
at the end of december